He folded his hands, watching her thoughtfully. "You know the story of my life. I don't know anything about yours."
She looked over her shoulder at him, raising one eyebrow as she turned to face him. "Oh. Well... do you want to know? It's not very exciting."
She seemed uncertain, but settled, folding her hands in her lap. "Okay, well... what do you want to know?"
"Oh. Well... my mother is a doctor. Pediactrics. My father is a lawyer," she said, rubbing her knuckles nervously. "We don't... we don't get along."
She shrugged, looking out the window. "They..." She paused before laughing slightly. "It's stupid. They didn't like my running. They wanted me to not be so reckless." She hesitated, rubbing her arms. "So I left, which I guess kinda proves their point..."
He tilted his head slightly, this thumb brushing his chin thoughtfully. "It's not a bad thing to be yourself."
She gave him a small, grateful smile, but shook her head, leaning back in her seat. "There were other things. Other reasons why I had to leave. But that was a big one. Besides, I would drive to the city every night to run anyway. I saved a ton on gas just by leaving."
